The world is celebrating around us. Don't they understand, don't they realize...
The Dark Lord is dead. Hogsmeade is destroyed. People are missing or dead.
Including my father.
He knew. Da sent mum and I away to visit my aunt a week ago, out of the blue. Made us promise to stay out of the village until he sent for us. We got an owl the day after we arrived, telling us he loved us both.
Da doesn't say things like. Didn't.
When the first radio broadcasts began, mum turned so white. By the time we got home it was over.
The Auror said he died in Hogsmeade, they're not sure when. Between the strain of trying to keep up with his bad leg and his age and all the screaming and... they think his heart just stopped beating. And those... animals he called friends, they left him there like so much refuse.
I'm glad the Dark Lord is dead. I hope whatever happened to him hurt. I hope he suffered. And gods willing, I hope he's still suffering where ever he may be.